058. Black Mountain Side

[samson]

[Brock sounds distracted, but that shouldn't be that surprising.]

[Frodo]
I need you to take care of the cabin for me for awhile.
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Anybody who's good with animals, I got a favor. If you could dog-sit or whatever for awhile, that'd be great. I guess I can pay you or... something. Yeah.

[And, belatedly, because he keeps forgetting to do this, regardless of his state of awareness--] It's Brock, by the way.

[ooc. he can also be found in-person in the clinic if you would prefer an action thread!]

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Brock

[mal_addict]

[Buddy she is so worried about you.

Not prepared to look after your animals. But she's still Maladict, you can't expect miracles]

How are you two doing down there?

Maladict

[samson]

[Wow no, he can't see Maladict as being much of a dog person anyway...]

Okay. She's starting to come around... I had a magic guy look at her, so. I don't know.

[Judging by Brock's general disdain for 'magic guys,' his concern should be clear.]

Brock

[mal_addict]

[She barely tolerates the pokemon Nikola gave her. But that comment surprises her. He must be desperate]

...That's something, at least. [She doesn't want to guess what Mol's mental state will be like. Terrible, likely]

Maladict

[samson]

[Desperate enough to hand off his precious cabin to somebody else! Even temporarily.]

Yeah. There's not a whole lot else to do but wait, I guess...

Uh, what about you? Are you okay, or...

Brock

[mal_addict]

[That sure is worrying]

I'm fine. I've got other people to be more worried about.

[Like her silly faux family. And Brock]

Maladict

[samson]

[OH WHOOPS he didn't even think to ask... possibly because he hates him, but...]

Tesla...?

ACTIONY!!!

[molotov]

[Molotov is starting to wake up. She's so sore, and still in so much pain, but her body has at least managed enough rest to get her stirring.]

yeeaahhhh

[samson]

[Brock has taken to just kind of being a useless lump in the clinic, so he notices that she's starting to stir pretty much immediately.]

Hey...

[molotov]

[It's so bright.

Molotov closes her eye again, against the light, and whispers, her voice scratchy and hoarse.]

Am I dead?

[samson]

[At least she's not asking if he killed her... though he probably shouldn't hold his breath on that one.]

No. I saved you.

[molotov]

[She's silent for a moment, eye still shut.

And then… it's like a dam bursting. Everything comes back, and it hurts, and she can't help but wish that he hadn't saved her at all.]

Brock...

[samson]

[He hurries closer when she says his name, leaning over her hospital bed at first. Then he quickly thinks better of it (he doesn't know if she's still scared of him) and backs off a little, though he's still close.]

I'm right here.

Brock

[bronwe]

Where are you going?

Frodo

[samson]

Nowhere. My wife was, uh... well, she's in the clinic now. So I need to take care of her for awhile.

Brock

[bronwe]

I can look after your cabin.

[ He thinks to ask but knows better not to. Perhaps he'll come visit. ]

Some of the radishes might be ready. I could make her a stew.

Frodo

[samson]

Thanks. Just make sure nobody screws around in there.

[FRODO that's really nice...]

Yeah? What about... well, I don't know if they have borscht where you're from, but it's like a beetroot stew. She'd probably like that.

Brock

[bronwe]

I would sleep in front of your fridge if that will do it.

[ It's the beer, right Brock? ]

But I can find you beetroot. Maybe I can ask for the recipe from the Castle.

Frodo

[samson]

[Well... now it's the beer, yes. Since somebody already made off with his records.]

You can probably find it in the library. That place is huge; there's gotta be a Russian cookbook in there someplace.

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

Do you still need someone to look after your dog?

[ She sounds incredibly eager. ]

dictated;

[samson]

Yeah. I think everybody else has their own stuff to deal with, so...

He's a Great Pyrenees. I don't know if that's too big for you to handle.

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

My last dog was sentient and liked to ground me. I think I can handle something big, as long as he's nice!

dictated;

[samson]

[.........wait.]

Are you saying your dog babysat you.

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

Well, uh. More like he raised me.

dictated;

[samson]

[?????]

Wait, you're not... some kind of dog person, are you...

dictated;

[samson]

Like an actual dog who is a person.